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Innocence, it don t come easy - in a sense it never will
Accidents mean no one s guilty, ignorance means someone s killed
So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one s going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
As I go on
Wondering if I ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours til it goes
On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they re doves
But not with interference from the power lines above
As I go on
Wondering if I ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours til it goes
And oh, precautions, yes precautions
But if you re playing with a gun, you could kill someone
And in the dark it s hard to know a friend
But I m not angry, I won t be forever angry
As I m walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
And I m thinking about New England, and I m missing old Japan
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I m not old?
As I go on
Wondering if I ve got a soul and
Counting down the hours till it goes